“I think it likes you,” I said, running my hand through her hair . . . So much that when I put my hand back your bulge has grown.
“I think it likes you,” I said, running my hand through her hair . . . So much that when I put my hand back your bulge has grown.
“I think it likes you,” I said, running my hand through her hair . . . So much that when I put my hand back your bulge has grown.